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…Secrecy The Human Dress

A Divine Image
– William Blake

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal’d,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Divineimage

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Even In The Eyes Of All Posterity…

Wm Shakespeare’s Sonnet 55:  Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lover’s eyes.

Peachyroses

Note on picture: roses that my sweet husband gave to me one very cold Saturday in January 2011– for no apparent reason.

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Or Else Of Thee, This I Prognosticate…

Sonnet 14

 – William Shakespeare

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

Sonnet14

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Five Psalms by Mark Jarman

1.
Let us think of God as a lover
       Who never calls,
Whose pleasure in us is aroused
       In unrepeatable ways,
God as a body we cannot
       Separate from desire,
Saying to us, “Your love
       Is only physical.”
Let us think of God as a bronze
       With green skin
Or a plane that draws the eye close
       To the texture of paint.
Let us think of God as life,
       A bacillus or virus,
As death, an igneous rock
       In a quartz garden.
Then, let us think of kissing
       God with the kisses
Of our mouths, of lying with God,
       As sea worms lie,
Snugly petrifying
       In their coral shirts.
Let us think of ourselves
       As part of God,
Neither alive nor dead,
       But like Alpha, Omega,
Glyphs and hieroglyphs,
       Numbers, data.

2.
First forgive the silence
       That answers prayer,
Then forgive the prayer
       That stains the silence.

Excuse the absence
       That feels like presence,
Then excuse the feeling
       That insists on presence.

Pardon the delay
       Of revelation,
Then ask pardon for revealing
       Your impatience.

Forgive God
       For being only a word,
Then ask God to forgive
       The betrayal of language.

3.
God of the Syllable
       God of the Word
God Who Speaks to Us
       God Who Is Dumb

The One God  The Many
       God the Unnameable
God of the Human Face
       God of the Mask

God of the Gene Pool
       Microbe  Mineral
God of the Sparrow’s Fall
       God of the Spark

God of the Act of God
       Blameless  Jealous
God of Surprises
       And Startling Joy

God Who Is Absent
       God Who Is Present
God Who Finds Us
       In Our Hiding Places

God Whom We Thank
       Whom We Forget to Thank
Father God   Mother
       Inhuman Infant

Cosmic Chthonic
       God of the Nucleus
Dead God   Living God
       Alpha God    Zed

God Whom We Name
       God Whom We Cannot Name
When We Open Our Mouths
       With the Name God   Word God

4.
The new day cancels dread
       And dawn forgives all sins,
All the judgments of insomnia,
       As if they were only dreams.

The ugly confrontation
       After midnight, with the mirror,
Turns white around the edges
       And burns away like frost.

Daylight undoes gravity
       And lightness responds to the light.
The new day lifts all weight,
       Like stepping off into space.

Where is that room you woke to,
       By clock-light, at 3 a.m.?
Nightmare’s many mansions,
       Falling, have taken it with them.

The new day, the day’s newness,
       And the wretchedness that, you thought,
Would never, never depart,
       Meet—and there is goodbye.

A bad night lies ahead
       And a new day beyond that—
A simple sequence, but hard
       To remember in the right order.

5.
Lord of dimensions and the dimensionless,
Wave and particle, all and none,

Who lets us measure the wounded atom,
Who lets us doubt all measurement,

When in this world we betray you
Let us be faithful in another.

Mark-jarman

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Save Me From Curious Conscience

To Sleep by John Keats

SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passèd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.

Airportceiling

Note on picture:  the ceiling of the Detroit International Airport
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he…knows all the cost

First published in my private blog in early April 2009.  Note on picture: a candle-stand lighting up the room one evening when the lights went out.

Never Give All the Heart
-William Butler Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

Lightsout

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…yet remains to see…

First published in my private blog April 2009.  Note on picture:  The Rhine Falls in Germany, Summer 2007.

My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close
-Emily Dickinson

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Rhinefalls

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…the heart of a friend…

First published in my private blog the summer of 2009.  Note on picture:  taken last last Fall, possibly November 2010 riding in the passenger side of a car stopped at a traffic light.  To me, the birds on a wire are akin to the arrow and the song in this poem.

The Arrow and the Song
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Hoaf